The next event for Amarilly was an invitation to attend the wedding of Mrs. Hubbleston, a buxom, bustling widow for whom Mrs. Jenkins washed. In delivering the clothes, Amarilly had come to be on very friendly terms with the big, light-hearted woman, and so she had been asked to assist in the serving of refreshments on the eventful night. "I've never been to a wedding," said Amarilly wistfully. "I've been to most everything else, and I would like to see you wed, but I ain't got no clo'es 'cept my hair-ribbons." Mrs. Hubbleston looked at her contemplatively. "My last husband's niece's little girl left a dress here once when she was going home after a visit. She had hardly worn it, but she had outgrown it, and her ma told me to give it away. I had 'most forgotten about it. I believe it would just fit you. Let us see." She produced a white dress that adjusted itself comfortably to Amarilly's form. "You look real pretty in white, Amarilly. You shall have this dress for your own." On the nuptial night Amarilly, clad in the white gown and with black velvet hair-ribbons, went forth at an early hour to the house of festivity. Mrs. Hubbleston, resplendent in a glittering jetted gown, came into the kitchen to see that things were progressing properly. "Ain't you flustered?" asked Amarilly, looking at her in awe. "Land, no, child! I have been married four times before this, you see, so it comes natural. There goes the doorbell. It must be Mr. Jimmels and the minister." In a few moments she returned to the kitchen for sympathy. "I am so disappointed," she sighed, "but then, I might have expected something would happen. It always does at my weddings." "What is it?" asked Amarilly, apprehensive lest the wedding might be declared off. "I've been married once by a Baptist minister, once by a Methodist, and the third time by a Congregationalist; last time a Unitarian tied the knot. So this once I thought I would have an Episcopal, because their white robe lends tone. And Rev. Mr. Woodthorn has come without his. He says he never brings it to the house weddings unless specially requested. He lives clear across the city, and the carriage has gone away." "Oh, I have a surplus!" cried Amarilly enthusiastically. "I'll telephone our grocer. Milt's ahelpin' him to-night, and he can ride over here on the grocer's wheel and fetch it." "Why, how in the world did you come by such a thing as a surplice?" asked the widow in surprise. Amarilly quickly explained, and then telephoned to her brother. "He says he'll be over here in a jiffy," she announced. "And ain't it lucky, it's jest been did up clean!" "My, but that's fortunate! It'll be the making of my wedding. I shall give you a dollar for the use of it, the same as those others did." "No!" objected Amarilly. "Ill be more than glad to let you hev it arter your givin' me this fine dress."